Elementary School Creative Writing

A Classic Surrealist Writing Game
 
kitchen 
dark and dusty 
muddy loud wild 
hog 
dirt dust hay wood
oink
 
crunch bar hiding 
behind tomato-filled quiet
tiny farmer’s field 
green grass sunshine yells smile
warmth
prevent the dog from 
sleeping
 
flower field
sunshine
grin cheers laughter
green plastic

- Group Project

IN MY SECRET GARDEN
 
A shimmering waterfall poses for pictures
It waves like a wannabe ocean
 
A high-heeled serpent catwalks cement
That envies diamonds in the sun
 
An ugly sign whimpers at the hawk soaring in the sky 
It wishes it, too, could fly
 
But it’s forever chained
to the heartless
cold concrete

                - Natalie

THE HAUNTED GARAGE
 
A young boxer with glorious red hair stumbles 
into a garage, dark and gloomy. His eyes settle
on a lonely tulip, growing up from the concrete, 
then the garage door slams shut BAM! He’s alone 
just like the tulip — blue-wrinkled and old. The tulip 
grows to the size of an unraveled giraffe. He’s now
shaking as a wobbly white TV turns on the news.
MISSING flashes across the screen. The tulip pulls
his face close, stuffs his mouth with a cookie. He bolts
toward the door, velvet pain pouring from his hand.  
 
- Margaret

TUMBLE IN THE PAN

Two mermaids
Crawl in a cold abandoned gold pan
On top of a trash can
 
When their mom hops in ...
The gold pan tumbles
Into a puddle
 
They swim, sing, and sit a bit.
  
                   - Avery

WEATHER REPORT

The dark disformed bike crouches
on a sad gray sidewalk
beneath a great willow tree.
 
When the clouds clear,
the sun shines brightly
on the lovable bike.
 
         - Natalie

WHO AM I?

Resting on the wet sand,
Searching for my reflection
in the waves
 
Almost at peace
with my mind,
the ocean swallows me whole
 
I toss and I tumble,
turned upside-down
in the rough sea
 
Salt fills my eyes, 
yet I’m comforted
by strange turtles, baby fish
 
I wash up
on the sand-speckled shore,
face my wavy reflection
 
                      - Natalie

MOUNTAIN ADVENTURE

Twirling disformed bike
In Mount Everest grass
Flips off a cliff into an old man
 
Wheels roll away
All the parts scatter
One wheel slams his face
 
Queasy, he watches
The other wheel roll into the forest
The weak man limps after the parts
 
One by one, he builds
A better bike
The poor man is left noseless
 
              – Margaret

THE LOALA
 
A  red velvet lobster trots
his way downtown only to find
Lab 51, a tall tangly building
With thorn bushes and security
Guards protecting the Boss.
 
The crusty ugly Bossman skips up,
grabs the lobster, ya-yeets him 
Into the lab, shuts the door slam!
 
Later that day, a blue-haired koala 
Sees the bossy Bossman 
sitting on a basketball bench. 
He sprints after her, kidnaps her,
Throws her into a bubblegum 
Portal that teleports them to the lab.
 
The portal pops and they find
Themselves locked in a cage,
Shoulder to shoulder, surrounded
by bubbling potions, horses mooing,
cows braying. 
 
The scientist pours pass-out pepper 
on the lobster, sleepy salt on the koala,
and grabs poisonous powder.
 
They both fall into a deep sleep. 
When they awake, they are reborn 
As one: lobster head, koala body.
 
Loala cracks open the bars
With their Hulk-like claws 
and escapes out the back door. 
Furious, Loala scratches 
the security guards to shreds. 
 
As they explore the world
To be free of their troubles,
Loala climbs a kayaking kangaroo 
And eats Easter eggs in England.
Lobster head sobbing oh so loopy. 

         - Margaret

BAD HORSE SAD PIG
 
First the thirst in his mouth begins to happen. 
The boy reaches for his bottle
When something goes… SNAPPEN! 
 
The horse makes a pig sound,
The pig makes a horse sound,
They box and steal each other's voices.
 
The horse of course goes out for hay 
Out of joy lets out a neigh. 
 
The pig named Twig goes out for slop
When he gets there his head drops
PLOP!
 
The shop is closed 
He lies down to doze.
 
The horse honks like a pig,
While the pig perfectly piles pies on his head.
 
The horse honks, the pig piles over 
And finds a fight waiting for him.
 
Wasted Pies! SPLAT! SMOOSH!
 
Back to the boy, who does not get his water. 
The pig is quite vicious today
And made his hand SNIPPITY SNAP! 
 
A baby bird falls out of her nest.
The honking horse steps on her.
Squeak. 
 
Not surprisingly, seasonal leaves lift off
Into the whirly wind. Sigh. The baby bird 
is still alive. But the horse ignores her 
And goes for the pig once more. 
 
CHOP! BANG! CHIP! BONG! 
The pig is not a pig, the horse is not vegan.
The horse is an omnivore, the pig is ham and bacon.
CRUNCH! SQUISH!
 
Ham and bacon lick your lips.
SLURP! 
No more pig today. 
 
The bacon jumps down the honky horse’s throat
And swims through his stomach.
But his body doesn't like meat so 
The pig comes out as slop.
FLIP. FLOP. SPLIT. SPLAT.
What a mess. 
If only the pig were here.
 
This is as sad 
as the death 
of the pig.
 
The horse now 
has to go.
 
Alas, goodbye…
HONK! 

    - Avery

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